Jack-In-The-Box

From the depths of Harley Quinn's pussy, something pushed past Lois Lane's fingers. A lurid face leered drunkenly at the reporter, and Lois and Ivy each gave a little shriek and fell back on the moss-bed...to blink, as their hearts thundered against their sternum, as the Clown Princess of crime laughed and laughed.

Still in her upside-down split, Harley Quinn chortled merrily as two spring-loaded figures bobbled from her pussy and ass. The convulsion of the pig-tailed villain's abs made the two figures wave crazily in the air...and Ivy growled deep in her throat as she leaned forward and pulled the two jack-in-the-boxes forcefully from her girlfriend's holes.

"Lois. Fisting. Now," Ivy ordered.

"What if she isn't loose enough?" Lois said, her voice small and strange in her ears.

Red eyebrows furrowed. "She will be."

Harley was still all a-grin as the two women moved back to her freshly-lubed holes. This time, however, Ivy was all business.

"One hand first. Press the fingers together into a point, like this," the plant-based villain said, and demonstrated: her hand looked like the blunt tip of a spear, the thumb tucked up into the palm. Ivy squeezed the sponge to dribble a little more oil. Lois, who stared down at Harley's slightly spread labia, did likewise.

Then the two women pressed their fingers against their respective orifices. For Lois, it seemed easier—Harley's pussy was wet, which helped, and stretched easily. This was far from the first time this pale pussy had been fisted. The reporter's first indication that Ivy had successfully squeezed her hand into Harley's ass was a tightness...the pussy seemed to constrict around her, and the reporter could actually feel the motion of Ivy's fingers as they wriggled in her girlfriend's colon, through the thin wall of flesh that separated them.

Harley, for her part, had ceased laughing. The clown's nostrils flared and her breathing had slowed. Lois stared down and saw the pale, painted nipples were stiff, and Lois could see the tension in the muscles of Harley's outspread legs.

"It's...tight," Lois said. "Are you sure..."

"She can take it," Ivy said, and bent over to kiss Harley's taint, in between the two wrists. "Don't worry Harls. I'm going to open your ass like a flower."